[And there it was. Something familiar. Something deserved. He wanted more, he wanted to be beaten until his thoughts were only consumed with the pain. How convenient it was that another him stood right before him, perhaps they would both see that wish fulfilled.
He holds his cheek and starts laughing, quiet at first, could be mistaken for crying if one didn't know better, but grows louder until it's a full blown cackle. Which he abruptly cuts off to lunge at the other.
Of course he didn't take into consideration his weakened state, this wasn't done with the intent to win the fight. He just wanted to hurt and be hurt, just like he had always been.
So he takes the metal piece he still had in his hands and tried to swing it at the other's head. Even if it did connect, he lacked the force to cause serious harm...
and perhaps at the last moment he had changed trajectory slightly. What was initially going to hit his temple shifted to hit the fat of his cheek instead.
Perhaps there were still pieces of the one that didn't see the Wanderer as himself, but as his beloved sibling. Pieces of Kanoa that would never want to truly harm the brother he loved and relied on so.
Even if those pieces couldn't override the maniacal self-loathing of the Balladeer, or maybe it was only feeding it more? After all, what would such a gentle heart do when faced with the terrible atrocities he'd committed?]
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He holds his cheek and starts laughing, quiet at first, could be mistaken for crying if one didn't know better, but grows louder until it's a full blown cackle. Which he abruptly cuts off to lunge at the other.
Of course he didn't take into consideration his weakened state, this wasn't done with the intent to win the fight. He just wanted to hurt and be hurt, just like he had always been.
So he takes the metal piece he still had in his hands and tried to swing it at the other's head. Even if it did connect, he lacked the force to cause serious harm...
and perhaps at the last moment he had changed trajectory slightly. What was initially going to hit his temple shifted to hit the fat of his cheek instead.
Perhaps there were still pieces of the one that didn't see the Wanderer as himself, but as his beloved sibling. Pieces of Kanoa that would never want to truly harm the brother he loved and relied on so.
Even if those pieces couldn't override the maniacal self-loathing of the Balladeer, or maybe it was only feeding it more? After all, what would such a gentle heart do when faced with the terrible atrocities he'd committed?]